From cc002050@DELETE_THIS.mindspring.com Sun Jan 19 22:58:07 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.enemas,alt.sex.stories
Subject: REPOST: Story, Healing Jess pt1 (Mf, cons, enemas spanking)
From: cc002050@DELETE_THIS.mindspring.com (Rufus T. Firefly)
Date: Mon, 20 Jan 1997 03:58:07 GMT

I didn't write this story. It's a good one and I haven't seen it
reposted for a long time. Enjoy.

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                                Healing Jess
                                   Part 1

                                 By: Liette


      Jessica was late.  Guiding her blue Cherokee up the drive toward
the
 manor, she cursed softly to herself.  Damn it all!  Kevin was going
to
 be furious with her.  She had promised, sworn, that she would be home
by
 six.  He was so peculiar about the time and had decided on that exact
 hour as the beginning of their much anticipated romantic weekend
 together.  Now, it after eight and he would be furious.
      Turning the final bend of the twisting two mile road, she slowed
the
 jeep nearly to a stop.  Just ahead, through the lush pines that
dominated
 the high ridge of the sprawling Kenhill estate, lights beckoned,
piercing
 the heavy leaded glass of the first floor study.  Kevin's study.  The
 study where he would be waiting, impatient, angry.
      Jessica tried to slow her racing heart and placed a calming hand
 over the sudden twinge of pain in her stomach and abdomen.  An
 "irritation" the doctor had called it when he had completed his exam
two
 days earlier, obviously concluding that the medical term was beyond
her
 abilities.  A minor ailment, at least for the present, that flared up
 whenever she got upset.  It would be easily subdued, he had assured
her,
 with proper and regular treatments and kept further in check by
following
 a careful diet.  The diet she had already started, but the
treatments....
      Jessica pushed the visit from her mind.  The man was a quack.
She
 had convinced herself of that despite the fact that he was one of
Kevin's
 closest and oldest friends.  She would find someone else, someone who
 wouldn't talk down to her, who wouldn't click his tongue at her, who
 would offer her options.  Only later.  Right now she had a much
bigger
 problem.
      Kevin.
      What would he do to her?
      Not so foreboding a question as it might seem.  It wasn't that
her
 husband was abusive, far from it, it was only that they had a certain
and
 rather unique agreement.  To avoid the never ending and often
disastrous
 feuds and disputes that plagued most of their friends, Kevin and
Jessica
 had mutually agreed, early in their marriage, to deal with each
others
 minor, and major, trespasses in a way that would both settle and lay
them
 quickly to rest.  The grieved party would simply administer a certain
 degree of "punishment" and once completed the matter would be forever
 dropped.  It worked well, for both Kevin and Jessica had a slight
taste
 for such "games" and neither harbored any trace of vindictiveness.
That
 took care of most of the potential pitfalls and generally turned each
 lesson into a memorable event that brought them even closer.
      The only problem Jessica had their arrangement was that she was
 typically the one who found herself at fault.  Kevin was more
particular
 than she, not to mention more persuasive, often setting very high
 expectations, and rarely failing to meet his own taxing standards.
In
 fact, it had only happened twice in their four years of marriage.  It
 further annoyed her that while he seemed to find her attempts at
 retribution amusing, his, though always lovingly administered and
never
 excessively painful or humiliating, almost always brought her, at
some
 point, to tears.
      But not tonight, she prayed.  Please, not tonight.  This was
 supposed to be a very special weekend, pure romance, and it was bad
 enough that her stomach was acting up, as it had been too often
lately.
 Worse still, it wasn't even her fault, not really.  The dreaded
monthly
 meeting of the Kenhill Children's Foundation had run late was all.
Lexi
 McBride and Father Graves had gotten into one their usual
"discussions"
 about this year's fiances for the charity ball and everyone knew you
 couldn't shut Lexi up once she got started.  Everyone.  Even Kevin.
      Damn, damn, damn!  Why hadn't he gone with her?  He had planned
to -
  without actually promising of course - right up until he had called
 after lunch to say that he would be held up with business until she
got
 home.
      At six o'clock.
      Resigned now to the fact that she would have to face his
judgement,
 Jessica pulled her jeep up to the front of the house and parked it
next
 to Kevin's silver Mercedes.  She was in trouble, no doubt about it,
so
 she might as well face up to it and get it over with.  Hoping that he
 would be generous in the spirit of kindling their romance, she slid
out
 of the driver's seat and scurried up the broad front steps.  Pausing
 briefly, she muttered a prayer, and went inside.
      "Kevin?"  The darkened foyer was quiet, empty except for
Trinity,
 their silver-gray manx, who had swept in from the parlor to blink
 sleepily at her from the base of the sweeping staircase.  Off to one
side
 the door to Kevin's study was slightly ajar, a tendril of light
escaping
 to brush the polished hardwood floor.
      No answer.
      Maybe he hadn't heard, Jessica thought placing her purse on the
side
 table.  As she removed her coat and hung it on its peg, her eyes
 flickered longingly to the stairs and up toward the haven of their
room
 where a hot shower would go a long way in soothing her knotted
insides.
 Maybe he was so engrossed in business that....
      "You're late, Jess."
      Jessica winced and reluctantly edged toward the study door.  Her
 hand touched the wood, but she didn't open it, staying just out of
sight,
 away from the light.
      "I know.  I'm sorry, Kev.  I got tied up.  Lexi...."
      "Come inside, Jess," Kevin's rich, deep voice interrupted her.
      Slowly, Jessica pushed open the door and stepped over the
threshold.
 Inside, the study was an artful masterpiece of mahogany and nautical
 brass, a manly room underscored by the heady scent of aging leather.
 This was Kevin's sanctuary, where tall stoic bookcases lined the
walls
 and deep maroon curtains hung the windows in heavy blanketing folds.
 Dark panels stretched the ceiling, making the room seem small, yet
oddly
 cozy.  In the center of it, set slightly back near the massive
fireplace
 and mantel, was an enormous desk, void now of its usual clutter, but
 sporting a crystal wine decanter and single long stemmed glass.  The
 fragile etched flowerlet was held idly between the fingers of the man
 sitting behind it, relaxed in a high backed leather chair.
      Kevin.
      As always, Jessica Kenhill felt a warm stirring somewhere deep
 inside at the sight of her husband.  He was a handsome man, tall and
 broad of shoulder, with dark wavy hair, sapphire blue eyes, and a
smile
 that could melt her very soul.  He was smiling that smile now, as he
 always did whenever he saw his petite auburn haired wife, and Jessica
 knew without question how much he loved her.
      "You're late," he said again, taking a sip of crimson wine.
      But was he angry with her?  That she couldn't answer.  He had
been
 waiting, that was obvious, but what was going on behind those adoring
 eyes?
      "I'm so sorry, Kev," she tried.  "I couldn't get away.  I...."
      "Jess."  He said it low and soothing and held out his hand.
      Lulled, transfixed, she crossed the room and took it in her own.
 It was firm and warm and drew her around the desk, pulling her into
his
 lap.  Immediately she stiffened, realizing how damp her nerves had
made
 her and thinking of the creamy beige of his immaculate shirt.  "I
 shouldn't," she told him, starting to lean away.
      Kevin pulled her back, setting his glass aside to put his arms
 around her.  "Let me decide.  You're perspiring, love." He rolled the
 words of his cultured tongue, making it sound almost like a
compliment.
 "You aren't nervous, are you?"
      "Should I be?" she asked, trying to sound light.
      He laughed softly in her ear.  "Perhaps."
      Teasing, but ominous, the word made her stiffen again.
      "Shush," he soothed, understanding her reaction.  "I'm not angry
 with you, Jess, not really."  One hand moved to cup her chin, forcing
her
 to face him.  "But I think you know what this means."
      Any fragment of hope she might have been harboring was dashed
 immediately.  "Please, Kev, it wasn't my fault," she pleaded, though
she
 knew it was futile.  He had been unhappy about several things over
the
 past few weeks and her tardiness tonight was her final sin.
      "Don't make it worse, love."
      She knew she shouldn't but, "Kevin, please, just hear me out.  I
 tried, I really did, but Lexi just kept talking and talking.  You
know
 how she is.  I couldn't leave.  It was the Foundation.  I had to
stay.
 I didn't want to, but I couldn't just walk out.  It would have
been...
 unseemly."
      For a long moment, Kevin simply looked at her, his expression
 thoughtful.  "The Foundation is important," he said finally.
      Jessica nodded mute agreement, hope flaring again that he might
 actually forgive her, that their long planned weekend of romantic
 seclusion might be saved.  When he tipped her chin and kissed her,
long
 and passionate, she melted against him in gratitude and relief.
      The kiss went on for a blissful eternity.  After a while his
hand
 dropped from her chin, tracing the delicate curve of her neck,
wandering
 lower in lazy circles, until it cupped the firm globe of her breast.
He
 squeezed gently, his thumb and finger teasing the nipple through the
silk
 of her blouse and lace of her bra, fondling it to aching hardness.
 Suddenly, he gave it a sharp, painful pinch.
      Startled, Jessica jumped back and gave an involuntary cry of
 surprise.  At the same time a small rubber ball was pressed to her
lips
 and thrust into her open mouth.  Before she could react the gag was
 firmly seated between her jaws and her husband was fastening the
strap
 in a tight band around the back of her head.
     "Mmmmf?!"  Her hands flew to remove the intrusive object.  She
had
 seen such devices, but never had Kevin used one on her.  Never.
      "Don't," he said taking her hands and holding them firmly.
"Leave
 it be."
      She stared at him in shock and confusion.
      "A little something I thought I might need," he explained, a tad
 triumphantly she thought.  "I don't want to hear any excuses, Jess.
 You're right, the Foundation is important and I can forgive that, but
 you've deceived me, love, about something I can't overlook."
       Tears began to well in Jessica's eyes, as much from the
indignity
 of being gagged as from the sure knowledge that she had committed
some
 infraction he felt so terrible that he had used the time waiting for
her
 to plan a very special retribution.
      Softening, Kevin gave her a tender squeeze and gently kissed
each
 of her eyelids.  "Don't cry, baby," he soothed.  "I know it's
 uncomfortable, but you won't have to wear it all the time.  Just
 remember, Daddy is only doing this for your own good."
       Jessica's heart sank to the pit of her stomach.  Daddy.  Kevin
only
 used that "name" when he was thoroughly bent on giving her a lesson
she
 would remember a long, long time.  She would have to call him that
from
 now until he deemed her lesson complete and, with a full weekend of
 isolation ahead, she suspected that wouldn't be any time soon.  Like
the
 prearranged rules she would have to follow, the duration of the
session
 was his to command.
      "What, no objections?" he teased, cuddling her close when the
tears
 began to flow again.  He touched her cheek and wrinkled his nose in
mock
 disgust.  "Then I think maybe I should draw you a bath."
 
      Still gagged, Jessica stood in the middle of the upstairs
hallway,
 just outside the closed master bedroom door.  Her jaw was starting to
 ache from being held open so long, but she didn't dare remove the
gag.
 The most important rule was that she could neither move nor speak,
 whenever she was capable, unless Kevin told her to.  He had reminded
her
 of this as he led her up the great sweeping staircase, warning
 unnecessarily that any attempts would be quickly countered with
something
 she definitely would not enjoy.  It had taken only once for her to
learn
 her lesson, so here she she stood, legs slightly apart, hands clasped
 behind her back, chin up, exactly as he had left her.
      It was almost absurd, she reflected.  They shared an equal
 partnership in all other aspects of their marriage.  They depended
and
 relied upon each other in similar measure.  Yet his choice of
punishments
 was always based on the underlying theme of her complete and total
 submission to him, the role of child to parent.  Stranger still, she
 never argued about that, before or after, but always fell
unquestioningly
 into the part of disobedient child.  Was it because, somewhere, deep
 down, she found total dependance and unquestioning trust enticing?
      Jessica didn't have time to wonder about it.  The door opened
and
 Kevin stood before her.  He nodded approval at her obedience and then
 held out his hand.  All compliance, she took it and let him pull her
into
 their room.  Behind her the door clicked shut and she glanced over
her
 shoulder just in time to see him put the key, now dangling from a
thin
 chain, around his neck and drop it down his shirt.  He patted it once
and
 turned to smile at her.
      "I've run your bath," he said, speaking as if she were a child.
 "Now Daddy's going to get you ready."
      He came around her and told her to stand still with her hands at
her
 sides, relaxed.  Then he began to undress her.  He took his time,
 lingering over buttons and catches, while placing delicate kisses on
each
 patch of skin he exposed, including playful nips to her erect
nipples.
 When he had her bare to the waist, he moved behind her again and
reached
 around to fondle her naked breasts.
      "Daddy's baby has such beautiful breasts," he murmured in her
ear,
 rolling them between his hands.
      Jessica hardly heard.  Already the blood was pounding in her
ears
 making it difficult to discern anything beyond her own labored
breathing.
      "Do you like that?" he breathed, his lips warm as they captured
her
 lobe.
      "Mummmm."  She leaned back against him, relishing each stroke of
his
 fingers that brushed against the sensitive sides and nipples.
      He continued fondling her for several minutes then, suddenly,
 pinched the rosy buds.
      "Go lay on your back," he commanded sternly over her muffled
squeak.
      Jessica went to their large four posted bed, stripped now of all
but
 a fitted sheet, and lay down.  Suppressing the urge to rub her
injured
 breasts, she stared up at the ornamental dowels of the canopy and
waited
 for what he would do next.  She hoped he would remove the obtrusive
gag,
 but instead Kevin bent over her and efficiently relieved her of her
wool
 slacks and lace panties.  If she had expected more loving caresses,
she
 was quickly disappointed.  After a brief brush over the curling dark
hair
 between her trim thighs, he pulled her to her feet and, firmly taking
her
 by the elbow, guided her into the adjoining master bath.
      The moment she was pulled through the door, Jessica froze,
unable
 to believe her eyes.  The large carpeted dressing room had been
dimmed
 romantically to recessed lights and flickering candles.  The air was
 filled with the scent of roses, seeping from the steam that rose in
 curling white wisps above the huge oval bath sunken its tiled alcove.
 Sweet strains of music purred softly from hidden speakers somewhere
above
 the padded massage table that had been Kevin's second anniversary
gift
 and was now draped in welcoming pink towels.  But none of that
mattered.
 It was the bulging rubber bag, suspended from a hook in the wall,
with
 its snaking hose and phallic nozzle, that captured and held her
 attention.
      "Mmmmmmmmf!" she cried through the gag, fighting the grip on her
arm
 and beginning to claw at the band fastened around her head.  No!  He
 couldn't have known.  There was no way he could have found out.  Not
 unless....
      "Jessica Marie!" Kevin growled, snaring her flailing arms and
 yanking them behind her as he propelled her further into the room.
 "Behave or you know what's going to happen."
      She already did and nothing could be worse.  "Mmmmmmmm!"  She
shook
 her head wildly, her eyes still riveted on the bag.  No!  No!  No!
She
 fought and twisted and finally fell to her knees in a last ditch
attempt
 to halt their inevitable progress toward the beckoning table and its
 monstrous purpose.
      Keeping a firm grip, Kevin followed her to the carpet, pushing
her
 forward until she was laying on her stomach, her face to the floor.
 Taking her wrists in one hand, he pinned her with a knee in the small
of
 her back and reached with his free hand to the cloth bag hidden under
the
 table.  His "bag of tricks" he always called it.  Ignoring her
struggles,
 he fished inside until finally producing a pair of familiar satin
lined
 handcuffs.  In a few deft movements he had her wrists bound behind
her
 and abruptly stood, leaving her to twist wildly at his feet.
      "God, you're beautiful like that," he said breathlessly, smiling
 down at her.
      She turned this way and that, but panic and fury kept her from
 gaining her knees.  She was still trying when her husband calmly went
 back to the door and using the same key from around his neck locked
it
 as well.
      "There now," he smiled again, wickedly this time.  "Why don't we
 talk about your visit with Marcus."
      There were absolutely no doubts left.  Jessica's world began to
 crumble.  Marcus.  Doctor Marcus Goodrue.  The quack.  He had broken
her
 confidence, betrayed her to the only person likely to have any
influence
 over her.  He must have seen past her bland assurances that she would
 follow his orders to the letter and gone straight to her husband.
Damn
 him!  Kindly condescending, he had challenged her right to choose for
 herself.
      Apparently sensing her mute condemnation, Kevin sighed and sat
on
 the floor beside her, pulling her, resisting and thrashing, until her
 head was in his lap.  Running his hand soothingly over her hair, he
held
 her captive and whispered over and over for her to calm down.
      Jessica eventually did, though only because she had exhausted
 herself and her stomach had begun to twist painfully in her gut.  She
was
 breathing in quick shallow breaths through her nose, lack of air
making
 her dizzy.
      Mindful of her distress, her husband loosened the band that held
the
 gag secure, but left his hand to keep it in place.  "If I do, will
you
 promise to stay quiet?"
      Desperate, she nodded.  When the ball eased free, however, she
began
 to sputter angrily.  Instantly, it was back at her lips.
      "Jess, do I have to leave it?"
      He would, she realized, glaring up at him.  Defeated, she
dropped
 her chin and shook her head.  Maybe if she was good and stayed calm,
he
 would allow her enough leverage to talk herself out of this.
      "Do you promise to behave for Daddy?" Kevin asked, withdrawing
the
 gag.
      Jessica nodded, dismally noting that he refused to break
character.
      "What was that?" he prompted.
      "Yes.... Daddy," she said meekly, sealing her own role.  Kevin
had
 been smart, he was using her own maneuvering, her faith in her
 physician's silence, to put her in a position of limited, if any,
 control.
      "That's my good girl," he praised.
      "Ke.... Daddy, may I speak?"  Bound and helpless she would have
to
 play by his rules.
      "Yes, I think that would be a very good idea.  Why don't you
start
 by telling Daddy why you lied to him?"
      "I... I didn't lie," she protested, hearing the note of
contained
 anger.  "I showed you the diet."
      Kevin clicked his tongue and she knew she was reaching.  "And
then
 you said that was all you needed.  You didn't tell me about the
 medication, Jess.  You didn't tell me there were any treatments.  If
I
 hadn't had lunch with Marcus today, if he hadn't asked if you'd found
the
 right prescription, I wouldn't have known and you wouldn't be getting
 well."
      He said it as if it was a foregone conclusion.  Falling into
tears,
 Jessica buried her face into her husband's knee.  "Please don't do
this
 to me, Kevin.  Please.  I was going to see someone else, I swear."
      "And what if they told you the same thing?"  Kevin didn't fault
her
 lapse from character, genuinely concerned.  "Would you have kept that
 hidden too?  Seen someone else again until you wound up in the
hospital?
 Marcus knows what he's doing, baby."
      "He's a quack!" she wailed.
      "Jessica!  Just because a doctor prescribes a course of
treatment
 you don't like does not make him a quack.  Marcus is a qualified
 practitioner.   You've never had any reason to question him before."
      "I don't care.  He's wrong and I won't do it.  I won't let you."
      "You will," her husband declared firmly.  "And then you'll
accept
 the punishment you owe me."
      "What?" Jessica was stunned.  There was more to this than
forcing
 her to take the dreaded treatments?  "Why?  What for?"
      "For making me look like a fool and for making me have to spoil
our
 weekend by doing this.  It's obvious that you can't be trusted to
take
 care of yourself so I'm going to have to do it for you."
      "No, you won't," she hissed, fear turning to outrage.  She began
to
 twist again, determined to get free.
      "Either I do or I call Marcus right now and have him do it while
I
 hold you down."
      That threat chilled her to the bone.  It was her worst nightmare
 come true.  That was one of the reasons she had rejected his
treatments
 to begin with.  She hated enemas, loathed them.  It had been her
mother,
 years ago, who had held her while the family doctor strapped her to
the
 examining table and pumped her full of syringe after syringe of some
 nasty, stinging solution.  It was humiliating, demeaning, and
painfully
 frightening for a helpless child, and had been repeated everyday,
 sometimes twice, during the entire two weeks of her hospital stay.
 Feeling just as helpless now, Jessica stared up at her husband with
 imploring green eyes, tears tumbling down her pretty cheeks.
      "What is it, Jess?" he asked softly.  "Why all the fuss?"
      She shook her head.  She had never told Kevin, didn't think she
 could.  He only knew she hated being handled "back there" and though
they
 were both sexually curious, often adventurous, even in punishment he
had
 always respected her limits.  The most he had even done was tease her
a
 little with the tip of his finger.  It always scared her that the
 sensation both terrified and aroused and she was terribly ashamed of
it.
      "Are you going to be good for Daddy?" he asked more confidently,
 sensing victory was at hand.
      Reluctantly, Jessica nodded.  What else could she do?
      "Hummm?"
      "Yes."
      "Yes...?"
      She had no choice.  She surrendered.  "Yes, Daddy."
      Pleased, Kevin pushed to his feet and helped her to stand.  She
was
 shaking so badly he had to hold her close as he guided her the last
few
 steps to the massage table.  Patting the pink towels, he instructed
her
 to sit while he went to place an experimental hand on the ominous
rubber
 bag.
      "Still warm," he observed with satisfaction.  "I ran it a little
hot
 so it wouldn't get cold while I was getting you ready."
      Still fearful, Jessica willed herself to stay obedient.  She
watched
 Kevin finger the nozzle and then turn to her dressing table where he
 picked something up from among the clutter of her cosmetics.  It was
a
 tube of K-Y jelly.  He uncapped it and squirted a dab to test between
his
 fingers.
      "Lie on your side, baby, and pull your knee to your chest," he
 instructed without looking up.
      That was too much.  Jessica bolted.  Leaping from the table, she
 dashed for the door.  She would run for the nearest spare bedroom,
lock
 herself in, and escape through the window and across the front
balcony.
 In her haste and panic, she forgot two things.  First that her hands
were
 still bound and second that she was already locked in.  Overcoming
the
 first, she spun her back to the door and grasped the knob.  Only then
did
 she recall the second.
      "Jessica."  Kevin was standing unmoved, shaking his head at her
 pathetic display.  "You promised.  Now that's two things you have to
 atone for."
      Setting the K-Y back on the dressing table, he started to come
after
 her.  She ran from him, but couldn't get far.  Backed into a corner,
she
 tried to kick him, but he stepped deftly to the side and grabbed her
arm.
 It was then, without forethought, that she made a regrettable
mistake.
 Twisting back, she bent and sank her teeth into his arm.
      "That's it!" Kevin bellowed, jerking away so fast she spun.  In
the
 same movement he scooped her up and threw her, kicking and screaming,
 over his shoulder.  With angry strides he crossed the room, pausing
only
 long enough to stoop and retrieve the abandoned ball gag.

      Taking her back to the dressing table Kevin sat heavily on its
 tiny metal framed stool and maneuvered Jessica into his lap.  She
 fought his every move, but with sheer force of will he wrested the
 ball back into her mouth and fastened it into place.  Another
 minute of struggling and she found herself face down over one of
 his knees with the other resting firmly over her legs, holding her
 in place.
      "It's bad enough that you refuse to accept that you need
 attention, regardless of the fact that you could be making yourself
 seriously ill," he growled furiously over her, "but, damn it,
 Jessica Marie Kenhill, you have reached the absolute limit.  If you
 insist on behaving like a spoiled child then, by God, I will treat
 you like one."
      With that he delivered a hard, stinging smack to her bare
 buttocks.
      "Mmmmmf!" she cried in shock, trying to twist away.  This
 wasn't in play.  He wasn't holding anything back.
      "You... will... lie... still... and... behave!"  he commanded,
 punctuating each word with another smack.
      "Mmmmuuuummmm," she sobbed.  Her rear was on fire and her
 resistance was gone.  All she wanted was for him to stop.
      He finally did, after half a dozen more spanks.  Then he
 pulled her up and carried her unresisting back to the massage table
 where he dropped her on her stomach.
      "Do not move."
      That thought was the furthest thing from her mind.  All else
 forgotten, Jessica was only glad that he hadn't dropped her on her
 back.  Even the fluffy towels couldn't have softened the impact.
 She lay still, as he insisted, whimpering softly at the fire in her
 backside.
      A few minutes passed and suddenly she felt something cool and
 moist touch her red hot cheeks.  Twisting her head around, she
 watched her husband squeeze another glob of cool white lotion on
 the brilliant red globes and tenderly smooth it around.  It leached
 the fire and soothed the sting.  Presently, she dropped her face
 back to the table and closed her eyes to relish the sensation.
      When he was finished Kevin patted each cheek lovingly and came
 to pull the hair from her face.  The auburn strands were damp with
 tears.
      "Stop crying," he ordered gently.  "And roll on your side for
 Daddy."
      This time Jessica obeyed.  She had no choice.  Sniffling, she
 turned so that her back was to him and the wall.
      "That's my baby girl.  Now lie still and don't move."
      Obedient, she lay and listened.  She could hear Kevin moving
 behind her and down beneath the table.  Soon she felt his hand slip
 under her side.
      "Arch up a little," he instructed.
      She did and a wide leather belt was pulled around her and
 buckled about her narrow waist.  The discipline belt.  She started
 to shift in protest, but a light slap to her sore rear stilled her
 instantly.  Another, thinner belt was then buckled around her
 uppermost thigh, just above her knee, followed by third which held
 her opposite ankle to the table.
      "Pull your knee up," came the inevitable command.  "As far as
 you can."
      Rebellion stirred again and she started to lock it, but Kevin
 anticipated this and threw his arm around it, bending it for her.
 Without another word, he snapped a hook dangling from the leg strap
 to one of the rings on the front of the waist belt.  She was now
 exposed and completely defenseless against him, her left foot
 resting against the top of her right thigh.  Just to make sure,
 however, two addition straps were linked to the belt, one on each
 side, and secured somewhere under the table, preventing her from
 twisting away from his ministrations.  Despite her horrors and
 fears, Jessica couldn't help but admire his preparedness.  He must
 have spent all afternoon planning and arranging this.  This and her
 punishment, she recalled dismally.
     "Alright," he spoke at last, staying out of sight behind her.
 "We're going to start soon, but first I want you to listen to me
 very carefully.  I know you're not used to taking anything back
 here," he patted her bottom, "so I picked the smallest size nozzle
 I could find.  It still may hurt some so I want you relax and do
 everything I say, alright baby?"
      He waited for her nod.
      "Good.  Now Daddy is going to clean you out.  That's what this
 first enema is for."
      Jessica jerked against her bindings in alarm.  First enema?
 What did he mean?
      "Easy, baby."  Kevin's hand settled on the side of her head
 while the other stroked her back and shoulder.  "It's not so bad.
 Once your clean, I have to use the medicine.  Just a little, I
 promise."
      When he was satisfied she was calm again, Kevin moved away
 from her.  A moment later she heard a faint squishing noise and
 felt his hand on her backside.  Fingers pulled her cheeks apart and
 something cool and sticky touched her anus.  She stiffened.
      "Easy, now," Kevin's voice purred soothingly.  "Relax.  Daddy
 doesn't want to hurt you."
      Then his finger was pressing at her sphincter.  Well coated
 with K-Y, it slipped into her, probing and wiggling, until it was
 buried to the hilt.  Twisting it around, he thoroughly lubricated
 her insides.  As it moved within her, filling her strangely,
 Jessica was horrified to feel a slight stirring of sensation that
 had no place in the midst of a medical procedure.  She clamped down
 on the ball gag, for the first time thankful that it was there.
      Seeming oblivious, Kevin withdrew his finger.  Jessica tensed
 and waited for the hard plastic of the nozzle, but gasped in
 surprise when she felt his finger, freshly coated, back and
 pressing for entrance.  This time it slipped in easily despite her
 clenched muscles.  At the same time, she felt another, inquisitive,
 finger creeping up the back of her thigh.
      "Mmmmmf!"  She shook her head and bucked.
      With her legs tied she could do nothing to stop him.
 Helpless, she felt her husband's finger touch lightly against her
 sex and then probe deeper.
      "Interesting," he murmured.
      Jessica closed her eyes and ducked her head in shame.
      "Daddy's little girl is definitely getting damp."  For
 emphasis he ran his finger down the back of her leg, letting her
 feel the moisture, all the while sliding his other finger in and
 out of her in a slow steady rhythm.  "Do you like this, baby?"
      She shook her head an emphatic no.
      Kevin laughed and withdrew his hands.  This time when they
 returned it was to spread her cheeks wide apart.  In an instant,
 she felt the hard tip of the enema nozzle press against her tight
 entrance.
      "Breath deeply and push out for Daddy," Kevin instructed her,
 all humor gone now.
      She did and felt herself spreading wider.  The end of the
 nozzle was fatter than his finger and stretched her uncomfortably.
 Jessica groaned and the nozzle stopped.  Kevin let the tip sit
 within her a few minutes, until she was accustomed to it, then he
 pressed it forward again.  Slowly, but surely, the intruder filled
 her completely.
      "Better?" Kevin asked, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
      Reluctantly, Jessica agreed that it was, one slow nod.
      "That's good," he cooed.  "Daddy doesn't want to hurt you.  He
 wants you to be comfortable.  He wants his baby girl to feel good
 again."
      She would, she thought.  Just as soon as this was over and
 done with.
      But Kevin didn't share her viewpoint.  He circled around the
 table, coming into her line of vision for the first time, and
 Jessica was startled then quickly apprehensive at the heightened
 color in his face and the obvious excitement in his eyes.
      "God, Jess, you can't believe how good you look right now," he
 declared, moving toward her feet and craning his neck to view the
 protruding nozzle.
      "Mmmmmmf!"  She twisted and glared at him.  This was so
 humiliating!  She was trussed up, about to be flooded and cleansed
 against her will, and he was hanging on every second of it.
      Tipping his head, Kevin looked her in the face again,
 obviously concerned.  He came and crouched until he was eye level
 with her.  "Does it hurt?" he asked seriously.
      She shook her head, knowing better than to lie, but let her
 feelings be known through the muffling gag.
      Kevin grinned.  "Only your pride, huh?"
      She squeaked and glared.
      "Remember, Jess," he laughed, wagging a finger in her face.
 "You brought this on yourself.  Now tell me that you aren't
 enjoying this, even a little."
      She shook her head furiously.
      "We'll see," he said cryptically.  Then added in all
 seriousness,  "You know, some people do find this sort of thing
 arousing, erotic even.  It's nothing to be ashamed of."
      Her eyes widened in horror, but he was already gone, moving
 back around her.
      "It's time," he announced.  "Just relax, baby, and let Daddy
 take care of you.  If you start to cramp just breath quick and
 shallow until it passes."
      Somewhere behind her there was a soft click and suddenly the
 warm soapy water was rushing into her bowels.
      It was the same sensation!  The sensation she had so long ago
 abhorred and Jessica began to thrash in her limited range of
 movement.  Still, there was nothing she could do.  The water kept
 coming, filling her, stretching her, exciting her.
      "Relax, baby, relax," Kevin held on to her, soothing her.
 "It's all right.  You're doing great."
      A cramp hit and she cried into the gag before remembering his
 instructions.  She breathed as he had told her and the cramp
 passed.  God, she felt the need to relieve herself as she never had
 before!
      "Mmmmmf! Mmmmmmf!" she implored.
      "You're nearly halfway done."  Kevin's words were hardly
 comforting.
      Suddenly she felt his hand on the back of her thigh, moving
 slowly, caressing upward.  What was he...?  It ran over her cheeks,
 kneading them, then slowly moved lower, heading inward.
      "Mmmf!  Mmmf!  Mmmf!" she protested.
      "It's alright.  Daddy's going to help."
      Alarmed, Jessica recognized the unmistakable sultry note in
 her husband's voice.
      "Daddy wants to make his baby girl feel good," he continued,
 purring the words in a husky whisper.
      She kept protesting, begging, but it did no good.  As the
 water continued to rush into her, Kevin's fingers found their mark,
 probing into the soft folds of her sex, stroking the moistened
 lips, parting them, slipping deeper, searching tenderly until they
 found the swollen bud of her clit.
      "MMMnnnnn!" She wailed when he took it gingerly between his
 fingers, stroking it gently with his thumb.  At the same time she
 felt the hard nozzle between her cheeks begin to move, being pulled
 slowly outward and pushed slowly back in again.
      "Mmmmmmmmmmm."  She was completely helpless now.  Her aroused
 body was taking control.  Involuntarily her hips begin to move,
 rocking back and forth.
      In response to her movements, Kevin increased the pressure on
 her throbbing nub and moved the nozzle faster, matching the rhythm
 with the friction of his thumb.
      "Almost done," he murmured.  "Stay with Daddy, baby.  There's
 my precious girl."
      Out of control, and helpless to stop it, she thrashed wildly
 against her bindings.  The sensations rising beneath the skillful
 manipulation of her clit, the pressure building in her bowels, the
 movement against her anus, the restrictiveness of her bonds, her
 total inability to resist, all combined within the center of her
 being, pushing her higher and higher toward the overwhelming, all
 encompassing need for total release.
      Suddenly a tidal wave crashed over Jessica with a force that
 rocked her.  Her back arched, her body convulsed, her limbs
 stiffened and spasmed.  From deep inside, wave after wave of
 intoxicating pleasure washed over her, drowning her in a tide of
 sheer euphoria.  For an eternity it held her rigid, immobile,
 completely at its mercy, until finally it released her exhausted
 and trembling back into her own care.
      Dazed and frightened, Jessica lay shivering in the aftermath
 of one of the most intense storms she had ever experienced, barely
 registering sensation of the nozzle being pulled from within her.
 Something else took it it's place, hard and stubby.  It slid in, a
 bit painfully, and her sphincter closed around it.
      "Mmmmmuuuummm?" she whimpered, opening her eyes.
      "Hush, baby."  Kevin was crouched in front of her again, that
 particular smile on his face and his eyes full of love.  "You're
 doing so wonderful.  That was so spectacular."
      Her mind returning, she squirmed in shame at her body's
 betrayal and whined at the discomfort inside of her, the fullness
 and the pinching.
      Her husband shushed her and stroked her brow.  "Lie still now.
 You still have to hold your water for a while, but I used a plug to
 help you keep it in.   I know it doesn't feel good, but you just
 rest and let it do the work."
      Easier said than done.  With each passing moment, as her body
 returned to normal levels, the need to relieve herself grew,
 obliterating all else.  She began to plead insistently through the
 gag.
      Kevin ignored this, whispering soft words of encouragement,
 until, too many long minutes later, just when she felt she could
 stand no more, he finally rose and began to unfasten the straps.
 He gently straightened her knee, attentively massaging the stiff
 muscles as he worked.  Once he was satisfied, he helped her to sit,
 then to stand, and, at long last, supported her into the adjoining
 privacy room and onto the toilet.  When he bent her forward and
 pulled the plug from her, Jessica thought she would die from the
 bliss of relief.
      Kevin left her there, huddled as she was, to "make sure it was
 all out" while he went to prepare for the administration of her
 medication.  She had whimpered at the thought, but there was no
 fear of her bolting.  Besides captive wrists and locked doors, she
 was simply too drained.  Her forced orgasm had taken any last shed
 of resistance she might have been harboring.  Refusing to dwell on
 the memory, all she could do was she sit and wait for her husband
 to retrieve her.
      After Kevin returned and cleaned her, he helped her back into
 the dressing area where he walked her around for a few minutes to
 get the circulation flowing again.  Then he carefully lifted her to
 the table and, despite her weak attempts to protest, resecured the
 bindings.
      The second treatment, the medication, was similar to the first
 only in that it was anal.  There was no bag this time, just a squat
 bottle holding about a pint of clear fluid.  The end of the bottle
 was an angled tapered spout that slipped a mere two inches into
 her.  By holding it inverted, Kevin had only to squeeze it gently
 to empty its contents.  Again he used the uncomfortable plug to
 help her hold it, this time for a full fifteen minutes so the drug
 in the solution could be absorbed.  Though her second purge wasn't
 nearly as dramatic as the first, it still left her weak and leaning
 sideways against the wall when he finally allowed her to relieve
 herself.
      "Oh Jess, you did so wonderfully," he praised, once he had her
 sitting back on the table.  "You see, there was nothing to get so
 worked up about.  It's all over now, at least for a while."
      Jessica blinked, registering the meaning.  Yes, she recalled,
 Goodrue had mentioned that the treatment had to repeated every
 other day during the first week and then once a week for the next
 three.  After that a single treatment a month would suffice to keep
 her pain free.  She couldn't stop another flood of tears.
      Kevin gathered her close and smiled his tender, loving smile.
 "I know," he whispered, rocking her.  "But it's all for the best.
 You'll see."
      While she shivered against him, needing his comfort, he gently
 removed her gag.  She took a deep shuddering breath and worked her
 jaw, but made no other move, even after he had done the same with
 the cuffs.
      Leaning her back, he cupped her chin.  "Are you ready for your
 bath now?" he asked kindly.
      Not that it mattered, she still managed to nod.
      Kevin left her then to go touch up the bath with a fresh dose
 of hot water and a few drops of rose scented perfume.  When he
 returned he swept her into his arms, kissed her, and carried her to
 the tub.
      The bath was wonderful after the trauma of the last half hour.
 Jessica sat, soaking up the blissful heat, while Kevin ran a soft
 cloth over her, washing her thoroughly.  It was something he always
 insisted on when she was under his control and she wouldn't have
 changed it if she could.  For some reason being bathed like a child
 filled her with the warmest sense of security.  She loved the way
 he lifted each limb, the way he lathered her lingeringly, paying
 special attention to her sensitive breasts, the way he stood and
 bent her to caress between her legs, and most of all, the way he
 gathered her into his lap and toweled her dry when he was finished.
 Leaning against him, wrapped warmly against his chest, she was
 sorry to realize it was over.
      "Time for bed," Kevin announced, speaking for the first time
 since he had lifted her from the water.
      Blinking heavily, she looked at him in surprise.  It was still
 early.  Was this truly all he had in store for her?
      Reading her look, her husband laughed.  "There's always
 tomorrow," he teased.
      Yet he was also serious.  Too tired to really care, Jessica
 let him bring her to her feet.  Instantly a wave of vertigo seized
 her and she stumbled.  Through the spinning in her head, she heard
 him call to her and felt him lift her into his arms.
      "Its the medication."  His words finally registered
 meaningfully.
      Off her feet some of the strange sensation was beginning to
 abate.
      "Marcus said it would likely make you drowsy.  You've had a
 big day.  It's no wonder it's left you exhausted."
      Jessica was shifted around and heard the faint click of the
 lock.  A moment later she was being laid on their bed.  She opened
 her eyes to look up at him.
      Kevin was sitting beside her.  "You've been very good, baby,
 but I don't want you to leave me just yet," he said, watching her
 blink sleepily.  "Daddy still has to get you ready for bed."
      In an ethereal haze, Jessica watched him rise and go to the
 chest at the foot of the bed.  A pillow, maybe, and some covers she
 hoped.  Instead, he returned with several soft leather straps she
 had come to know well and a large cardboard box she had never seen
 before.  He laid the straps aside and set the box on the bed beside
 her.  It was marked with the logo of the adult toy store downtown
 that they most often ordered from, Frawling Supplies Unlimited.
      "I saw these in the catalog today," he told her, bending the
 flaps open.  "When I was ordering the gag.  They're so cute, Jess,
 I just couldn't resist.  So as long as I was going through the
 trouble of a special delivery...."  He looked up at her with a
 boyishly delighted grin, paused for dramatic effect, then reached
 inside, and pulled out....
      .... a DIAPER?!
      Jessica shook her fuzzy head and blinked rapidly, sure she was
 mistaken.
      She wasn't!
      There it was, offered obscenely before her, an oversized
 plastic pink diaper, stenciled with pink and white bunnies,
 complete with elastic gatherings and resealable tabs.  Oh, no!  No!
 No!  No!
      "What do you think?" he grinned, turning it this way and that.
      She thought it was the most horrible thing she'd ever seen,
 that's what she thought.  But his flushed excitement told her that
 voicing that opinion would not only be futile, it would be
 dangerously unwelcome.
      Not that she had too.  Still grinning, Kevin chucked her under
 the chin.  "Fitting, wouldn't you say?" he asked lightly, aware of
 her aversion.  "You're behavior's been childish, so I've decided to
 act accordingly."
     When he moved away to place the box, and God knew how many more
 of the offending items, on the floor, Jessica glanced at the door.
 She would never make it, she decided dismally.  Besides the fact
 that she was horribly weak was the sure knowledge that it was still
 locked.  Helpless, defeated, she looked backed at her husband.
      Kevin was watching, reading her thoughts.  He smiled at her
 wisdom then leaned over the bed, one knee on the edge, and patted
 her thigh.  "Spread your legs for Daddy.  There's a good girl.  Now
 raise your bottom."
      Reluctantly, she did.  The diaper slid under her and Kevin's
 hand on her abdomen pushed her back down on the softly padded
 lining.  He pulled the front flap up and over her and sealed it
 tight with the tabs.
      "Daddy's baby," he murmured appreciatively, shaking his head
 at the tears in her eyes.
     This was beyond humiliating.
      "Now," he said more briskly, picking up the leather straps.
 "Stomach or back?  You're choice."
       Stomach, definitely.  She would be much more comfortable that
 way, as comfortably as she could be wearing a diaper.  She rolled
 to her stomach, horribly conscious of the way it bunched and
 gathered between her legs.  Without prompting she spread them and
 stretched her arms over her head.
      "Good girl," Kevin praised her initiative.  He then took each
 strap, a long leather belt with special fastening at either end,
 and made bands around each of her wrists and ankles.  Next, he
 secured them to the four bed posts.  They would keep her in place,
 but not completely immobile.  He had left enough slack to allow her
 legs almost complete freedom while her arms could move comfortably
 without the risk of her being able to unfasten the opposite wrist.
 A pillow appeared and was tucked under her head and a blanket
 pulled to her shoulders.
      "I'll be sleeping in the bedroom next door," Kevin informed
 her.
      Rising, he placed a kiss to her cheek and a pat on her
 diapered bottom.  A moment later she heard the click of the lock
 and the lights went out.
      "Sleep well, baby."
      Another click and she was alone.  Burying her face in the
 pillow, Jessica sobbed softly until the irritable pull of
 exhaustion dragged her into welcoming oblivion.


 This is the end of Chapter 1 of Healing Jess.  What did you think?
Good?  Bad?  Do you want more?  I would appreciate any and all
comments good and bad!!!
                           L.

 

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